This is my first fic. One shot. There will be a sequel.
Mango an orange furred pup was playing tag with his friend Rexa. The autumn winds blows a faint sent of bacon. Mango loves meat and he smells this and takes off towards a stream where he crosses it to the base of a steep hill. Rexa follows, but hesitates when she comes to the stream. "We shouldn't go that way. We need to go home. Mango listen to me!" She says. "No I'm going up this hill and see what's at the bottom of it." Mango says. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going." Rexa takes off towards home. "Hmmp I'll show her." Mango takes off up the hill at full speed and tumbles down the other side and gets to the base of it. Mango finds a camp nearby and that delisous smell. He watches a man cooking. He observes the man and sees he sitting on fur pelts. But these weren't any kind of pelts these were wolf pelts. Out of nowhere Mango is scooped up into a burlap sack. And he hears these words. "You'll make a great present for my girl." What will happen to Mango? Will he live with humans or end up back in the wild?
